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Ship | May 05 2004

The fantasy isn’t worked out yet. It’s just a few moments. He has her tied to the bed, spread-eagled on her back. This part he’s been imagining for some time. To tie her up and fuck her. But first to tease her; perhaps not even touch her for a long time.

The latest thing is the idea of taping her mouth shut like people do with hostages. This would be consensual; they will have talked about it beforehand. After the tape comes a blindfold. Then he ties her to the bed. In the end she’s lying there spread-eagled, unable to speak or see. This means she can’t tell him to stop, or not stop, or anything. Zoom ahead to fucking her. He’s fucking her. And as he’s fucking her he can hear her moaning under the tape. Her muted moans sound like a horn on a distant ship: “Hmmmh. Hmmmh. Hmmmh.”

The fantasy branches off here. In one version he removes the restraints and tape and blindfold, brings her water, pulls the covers over them, and they sleep. In another version he leaves her lying on the bed as she writhes, trying to signal to him to return and untie her. He sits by the bed and watches her do this. When she finally stops, he fucks her again, as hard as he can, really pounds her, and comes. Then he unties her, etc., the business with the water and the covers, and they sleep. Both versions end with them sleeping.